As most of my adoring fans know, my relationship with my roommate cat, Kitty, has been difficult at times. She is a tiny, frail, geriatric cat. I am a rambunctious, active, giant, unrefined, brilliant, gorgeous, fun-loving, curious, exciting, ambitious, humble and youthful cat. It’s not an ideal combination.
After struggling through our first years together, Kitty and I had reached an uneasy truce. She would pretend to hate me, and I would do everything I could to make sure she knew that I loved her anyway. I would hold her down and groom her until she was dripping wet and clean as a whistle, or follow her every movement around the house so she never felt lonely. I knew she would eventually warm up to me… And I was right!
I’m not sure what happened, but all of a sudden Kitty LOVES me! She seeks me out for her daily grooming session, and I don’t have to hold her down. She doesn’t growl and hiss every time she sees me. And she even wants to cuddle a little during our afternoon naps. It’s amazing and fantastic, and quite possibly senile dementia. I’m enjoying every minute of it!